“Come, now. Do it for me.”
He quivers under me: hips splayed open, on his stomach, lower back curled so his ass is in the air. He has been waiting. He has been holding back.
“Now, faggot. This is your one chance.”
He comes easily, so of course it is something I like to control, withhold. Our sexual play isn’t about his pleasure.
“Five … four … three … ”
He bucks back into me, buried to the hilt in his ass. I can feel his other hole convulsing just from having my fingers on the outside. He starts shaking, his tight faggot hole slick from lube and my come already pushed deep inside him. I’m not moving. I’m just buried deep, holding him.
He comes. Bucking, clawing at the sheets.
“That’s it.” I relax. “That’s what I wanted.”